Whence does this darkness dwell?This foetid blight that weighs down consciousness and soul.The ebon pool that hampers thoughtand confounds me to my core,that pounds upon my limpid dooruntil my head is filled to burstwith brittle ambiguityand stranger things unsought.Unto the well, this pool it flows,within the well, this darkness fell.Perhaps one day I’ll walk alonebeyond the pool where darkness dwells.